The war is not over yet, especially when the true ethnic group is completely exposed, that is when the real bloody battle begins.
But now, the bloody battle is coming.
In the blink of an eye...it was already one day later.
In just one day, the deserters attacked the Changhe tribe no less than five times.
When the army of tens of thousands of deserters approaches again.
Guren and others all know... no matter how clever they were before, they still can't win if they can't win.
More than 80% of the king beast reserves have been killed or injured, and now they can only be replaced by those wild beasts, but the number will still not reach too many in a short period of time.
The number of king beasts is too small, which is a fatal flaw. No matter how powerful they are, if this powerful force is used to fight behind the enemy's rear, it can already threaten the power of a country.
But once there is a confrontation with the army.
Their biggest shortcoming appears, too many ants bite the elephant to death.
By now, nearly 100,000 Desolate people have been destroyed in their hands. The Xia Empire may not be able to kill 100,000 Desolate people in a year, but they did it in one battle.
But so what...
The deserters from the rear are still appearing one after another.
Facing the power of one realm, a hundred thousand desolate people are just a drop in the bucket. It may be enough to break their muscles and bones, but it is only a stretch of their muscles and bones.
And they...
Honglian smiled bitterly.
It would be useless for them to win this kind of battle a hundred times and a thousand times, but if they lose once, they will be doomed.
"Fortunately, I have gained my own backbone."
Using the refined salt weapons supported by humans, they directly completed their victory in one battle and wiped out all the deserters in that false camp...
And for this reason, it is almost certain that the desert people have probably opened a different-dimensional rift belonging to them in this inner realm.
Otherwise, there would not be so many soldiers coming in the future.
But in this way, the Changhe ethnic group is facing the power of one world.
Facing the almost crazy deserter...
Or that almost crazy wasteland.
The king beasts also feel deeply powerless...
This wasteland is obviously not a god-level desolate man. According to human calculations, he must be at least a god-level desolate man. He is a terrifying existence whose strength far exceeds that of a grandmaster and a level 9 king beast.
If Honglian was young, he might still be able to fight.
but now……
"I'm still old after all."
Honglian sighed quietly and looked at his tribe.
They had just experienced a bloody battle, and more than a dozen tribesmen had died, and the people in the wilderness had also suffered heavy casualties.
But it was almost impossible to hold on... The luckiest idea I had before was that there was only one army, and as long as we successfully destroyed them, we would have successfully saved the Changhe ethnic group.
But now it seems.
It's because I was too naive, and now that the clan has been exposed... it's only a matter of time before it's destroyed.
She walked to Simba's room.
The bones of Simba's right arm have been completely split, and a simple bandage is hanging casually on his chest... It's good to be able to survive a blow to the wasteland. In fact, if Old Huang hadn't suddenly appeared,
Come to the rescue.
I'm afraid Langlang and Simba have already fully explained where they are.
I saw Honglian coming.
Canglang, who was carefully stewing medicine for Simba, hurriedly got up.
Honglian sighed helplessly, and did not complain about why he came back... Now that the matter had come to this, it was useless to complain.
"It's just the right time to come back this time."
Honglian sighed: "We are destined to not win this war... At the moment, sticking to the tribe is just a foolish move. The army of deserters is passing by like a strong wind. It is useless for us to resist for a long time. Canglang, since you are back, later
, it’s up to you to take the young people in the tribe to Jielin City. You have already made a trip with your old grandpa Huang, and you should know the way this time. From now on, the Changhe tribe will be left to you."
Canglang said anxiously: "Grandma Honglian."
"I asked you to escape before, just as a precaution. After all, I still held on to the idea of luck, thinking that it would be great if I could win. But now, we have achieved such great results. The desert people
There are heavy casualties, and they are still persistent like this. It seems that they are bound to win the inner domain... At the moment, we must retain more fire."
Honglian said: "Canglang, we old guys are here to buy time for you. You take them away... You must bring them back to the human world safely. Remember, Mingzong may be our only hope to regain the inner domain.
Yes, and I have something very important that I need you to help me pass on to the human world."
Canglang looked at Honglian seriously.
Breathing becomes rapid...
He came back because he didn't want to escape alone and vowed to coexist with the tribe to the death, but now Honglian's words clearly awakened him.
If so, wouldn't he be carrying the lives of dozens of young tribesmen on his back?
Even though it was easy for him to die alone, the Changhe clan really had no inheritance.
Sometimes, living is really more important than dying.
He gritted his teeth and said seriously: "I understand, grandma, don't worry!"
"Okay, good boy, remember to take good care of Xiuxiu and the others."
outside the house.
Langlang ran in quickly, glanced at Simba with worried eyes, and said: "Sister Honglian, the deserters are attacking again."
"Hey, do you want to fight a battle with exhausted soldiers? Unfortunately, our king beasts have endless endurance. Keep using it up and see how many lives it takes for these barbarians to wear us out."
Hong Lian smiled and said: "I will go with you, Grandpa Huang and Grandma Wolf to buy time. You can leave quickly... The clan members are all ready. Remember, use the fastest speed and be careful not to be blocked by the deserters."
superior."
Canglang said seriously: "I understand!"
Outside the ethnic group.
The tragic and cruel war has begun again.
The whereabouts of the Desolate Beast Clan were truly found.
The wasteland has already been extremely angry. It was tricked several times, which resulted in the complete annihilation of an army of nearly 100,000 deserters. In the past ten years, the total number of deserter casualties in the wars in the rift of different dimensions in the past ten years should have exceeded 100,000.
But the problem is that this is just a battle.
The Amazon tribe surrendered too easily, which made them underestimate the enemy and underestimate the Changhe tribe.
Now, the appointed time is coming.
These king beasts are...
Nowadays, Huang Yuan, Gou Mang and other holy knights of the temple are all rushing to the front line. The high-end combat power makes up for it, allowing the people of Huang Yu to explode into a combat power that far exceeds before.
But even so, Huang Yuan still had to admit that this Changhe tribe was really a tough nut to crack.
Arrived now.
Guren and the others no longer conceal the existence of salt weapons.
Thanks to these weapons, their combat effectiveness against the wilderness people has increased significantly... No matter how angry the wasteland roars, it can only use human lives, piles of lives. The number of king beasts is too small, and one less one will die.
But they are desperate.
Even so, Wasteland can't hide the feeling of heartache.
"kill!!!"
Accompanied by angry roars, Gou Mang and others from the wilderness rushed to the front line, leading the countless army of deserters towards the Changhe ethnic group.
The alien beasts raised by the Changhe tribe, and even most of the level 7 and 8 alien beasts in the entire inner domain, had been almost wiped out in the previous battles. Now, the only ones who can rely on them are the more than a hundred king beasts.
Especially if the juniors are allowed to fight for a way out, they will lose a lot of combat power...
The king beast group is even more stretched.
But even so, the number of the group is not large, and one king beast sticks to one place.
He was holding a cold weapon specially designed for fighting deserters. He had never used a hot weapon before, so he couldn't aim accurately for a while.
"How did you come?"
Langlang watched with concern as Simba gasped and climbed onto the fortifications, and said with concern.
Simba laughed and said: "If the camp is destroyed, I won't survive. In this case, I just go out and kill a few more to save money."
As he spoke, he looked at the surging army in front of him like a swarm of ants.
He smiled and said: "I heard that there is a saying in human beings that one man is the best, and ten thousand men can't stop him. Am I considered to be this husband now?"
Langlang smiled softly and said, "Don't die."
"I don't have any descendants yet, how can I die so easily?"
Simba licked his lips and sneered in Langlang's eyes that suddenly turned gentle: "It's ridiculous, I, Simba, will never die before I fulfill my wish to marry ten lionesses, no,
I am now a king beast, and I have escaped from the body of a beast. If I marry one less of the ten women, I will not be able to rest in peace until my death!"
Lang Lang said coldly: "Don't worry, after you die, I will help you dig out your eyeballs. If you don't have eyes, you can rest in peace."